November 17, 2012 § 21 Comments
What are the words that might capture the brilliance of this morning? If they exist, who could find them?
I experience first the air. Crisp air that fills my body with its energy as I breathe it in.
The white heavy dew lying across the fields. The trees, stark and strong against the sky, standing mostly denuded but with a few clinging leaves that the emerging sun lights up like golden lanterns.
Closing my eyes, I feel the stillness, the quiet- and then a light wind across my face.
And that sky. A blue that the greatest artists could never recreate. Existing above and around me, going on and on, with a beauty that I cannot possibly describe.
In this place and in this moment, I think- who could doubt the magic and wonder of existence? What gift greater than just to be here, now?
But then for a moment, it feels like too much, more than I can bear. So I breathe- I return to myself- and I know once again.
Not too much. It is all just right.